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Viserys' Offer

Daenerys woke up to the blaring noise of her alarm. She reaches for it blindly without trying lift to the covers. Finding it, she smacks the snooze button and burrows deeper into her bed. Figured she could enjoy five more minutes of solace before she had to get up and get ready for work at the cafe. A groan tore out of her throat when she realized that she was going to need to look for another place of employment.

She'd just payed off a £700 debt that Viserys owed to a "friend" two weeks ago. He was getting into more trouble with owing money more than she can keep up in paying it. But what can she do? It was proven when she was twenty-one that she couldn't leave him alone. Once he'd bartered their house for a payment and she had to give up two months of her salary in order to pay it off.

The alarm went off again and she turned it off, throwing off the covers with a huff. She stared with at the blurry red numbers as her vision slowly cleared. 5AM. The cafe opens at 7 but she and whoever else is scheduled in the morning have to be there by 6 so they can the pastries in the oven and the coffee brewed so everything was fresh. Unlike herself.

She lets out a yawn as she stretches her arms over head. Her bones cracking back into place as she rolled her neck. Getting up from the bed, she heads to looks out the window. Outside she could see that it was still dark. Stars were still visible in the sky, the sun a ways off. It was going to be a long hard day. She could feel it. But she still had to get to work.

Heading to the dresser, she took her hair out of its braid and brushed it free of its tangles before tying it up into a high ponytail. It had grown a lot in the last couple of years. Now reaching down to her waist. Her brother thought it looked strange and that she should cut it short like when they were younger. But she liked it long. Always had. So she did. However, it would get in the way so she always had to have it back when she was at work in either a braid or a ponytail. And she works so much that she never had any real reason to style it for anything. Something she accepted as soon as her brother first started borrowing money.

As she stare at herself in the mirror to put on some light makeup, she catches something at the corner of her dresser. It's the handkerchief that the man from yesterday had given her. She'd almost forgotten about it. After she took her shower, she cleaned it off in the sink. Looking closer, she notices the letters stitched in on the corner. J-M. Must be his initials. But she couldn't remember what his name was to save her life. Shrugging, she slips it into her purse and resumes getting ready.

It takes her fifteen minutes to get dressed. Settling on a simple black turtleneck with dark blue jeans and a pair of high tops, she leaves her room. She checked the weather app on her phone and thought it best if she took her quilted parka. Next she grabbed her apron, keys, purse and heads down the hall. Stopping by Viserys' room and knocking on his door. "Viserys?"

There's a shuffle in the room and a grumbled, "What?"

The walk to the bus stop was simple enough. "I'm off to work now and I'll be stopping by the market on the way home. Is there anything you want me to get for you?"

"Coffee and deodorant."

She adds it to her list. "Anything else?"

"No. I'll text you" She's about to walk away when he calls again. "Dany?"

"Yes?"

"The electric bill came in yesterday and it's due soon. It's on the kitchen counter."

Daenerys thought it best not argue with him. It was too early. She has a bus to catch and if they got into it now, then there was no way she was going to make it to work on time. So she just rolls her eyes and walks down the stairs. Sure enough, she spies the unopened envelope on the kitchen counter amongst other utility bills and subscribed magazines. She'll deal with it once she gets home this afternoon.

The fifteen minute walk to the bus stop is pleasant enough. Daenerys likes it because it's quiet. Their house was several blocks away from the closest neighborhood. Sometimes defined as "The House on the Hill". Not that it was really a bad thing. Their house was nice. It was well structured lovely house that has been in the family for generations. Built by her great great great grandfather and his family. But keeping it up by herself was a nightmare. She had to learn plumbing on her own to cut costs on repairs for whenever something was wrong. Viserys refuses to even wash the dishes let alone call a plumber or repairman to have something fixed. Hell, if she had the time, she'd have her own handyman services. Or handywoman she'd prefer.

The bus pulls in just as she arrives. She greets the busdriver, scans her pass and takes a seat by a window. Pulling out her earpieces, she turns on her music and relaxes the rest of the way. Music,books and movies are her only peace in the world. The only ways she's able to escape reality. Even if it's only for a few minutes.

The bus stops across the street from the cafe and she hops out. It's starting to get light but there still weren't many cars driving by. She crosses the street, knocks on the cafe door and waits shivering in her parka.

In her peripheral vision, she notices a lone car parked on the side of the street. A silver Ford C-Max Hybrid. An electric car . But the fact that it was the only car parked on that side of the street was what confused Daenerys.

What was someone doing here so early in the morning? Surly they couldn't be waiting for the cafe to open. It wouldn't be for another hour. She also noticed that the car had an occupant on the driver's side. A hand was resting out of the window with a smoking cigarette in hand. She couldn't see into the window from where she was standing to see who it was. All she could tell from the hand was that the person was male.

The jingle of the door brings her head forward and the first thing she sees is Sansa's smiling face. "Morning, Dany!"

Daenerys completely forgets about the strange car and walks through the threshold. "Hey!"

Sansa moves to the side so she can get in. "Sorry I didn't hear you. I was getting the dairy products from the freezer.

"It's fine!" She shuffled in, closing the door behind her.

The stranger from the car watched as the silver-haired beauty got safely into the cafe. He'd parked at the spot several minutes before the scheduled arrival of the morning bus. Taking out a cigarette and lighting it as he waited. When the bus did arrive, he stayed in the car watched.

Just as he had been informed, at almost six-o'clock she comes out of the bus and crosses the street to the cafe. She knocks on the door and waits to be let in. He takes another smoke from the cigarette and watches. He keeps one hand on the steering while the other with relaxes with the cigarette out the window.

She does this every morning? He thought as he watched her shiver. Had to give her credit that she was certainly committed.

Whilst she was waiting, she spotted his parked car. She looked around, probably to see if there were any others but saw none. It was just him. She squinted her eyes as if she was trying make out what he looked like from behind the windshield. Before she could get a good look, the door to the cafe opens. She's greeted by her coworker and walks in out of the cold.

With a chuckle, he takes a final puff out of the cigarette before flicking out of the window. Satisfied that she got in safe and sound, there was no other reason for him to stick around. He starts the car and drives away.

"How was work last night?"

Sansa's question caught Daenerys off guard and she paused on her way to the back room. "Oh, well…" She knew that she was going to have to tell someone eventually. So she sighed as she unzipped her coat. "I got fired."

That made her friend pause. "What? You got fired?"

"Yep." Daenerys called as she hung up her coat and purse, tying on her apron. She clocked in and walked back into the front, grabbing some coffee filters.

Sansa was still in the same spot gawking at her. "What happened?"

"It was more of a who happened."

"A who?"

"Yep again." Daenerys, flipped on the switch to the coffee maker and pulled out their brand of coffee grounds.

Sansa flipped the lock on the door and crossed her arms. "Alright, who's ass do I need to kick and when do I get to kick it?"

"Your ex fiance and never."

Her eyes widened. "Joffrey Baratheon?"

"The same!" Daenerys said with a fake cheerful voice.

Sansa groaned and yanks at one of her dutch braids. "Good God, I haven't seen him in ages. What did he do?"

"He gave me a hard time as he did every other server." Daenerys started. "But he thought he'd go the extra mile and trip me. Literally."

"He what?"

"Stuck his foot out infront of mine." She ground out. "Making me fall over, dropping the plate, having another server trip over me, and dropping all of the food that was on their trey onto me."

"Good God."

"Oh there's more."

"No!"

Daenerys shuddered at the memory. "Remember that really handsome man yesterday morning?" Sansa nodded. "Well, he saw the whole thing."

Sansa's stood there and gaped at her. "You've got to be joking."

"I wish." She pulled out some of the biscuit bags and placed them in the baskets. "Not only that, he helped me to my feet and gave me a handkerchief."

That brought out a smile from her friend. "Well that doesn't sound so bad."

"Then my boss Petyr came forward blaming me, kissed Joffrey's ass like it was minty fresh, and fired me."

Sansa rolled her eyes. "I forgot that he was your boss." She'd had her fair share of run ins with Petyr herself. He was an old friend of her family's but they later cut ties when he tried to sleep with her mother even though she was happily married to her father. "He's been a thorn in everyone's side since my dad beat him bloody for trying to sleep with my mum."

"Didn't you say once that he'd slept with you aunt as some sort of revenge?"

She nodded. "Yep. Aunt Lysa has always had a massive crush on him ever since they were all kids from what I've been told. They grew up together. She liked him, he liked my mum and my mum liked my dad." She shivered. "I'd thought Aunt Lysa had gotten over him when she got married. But I guess it was only a ploy to make him jealous. It certainly backfired though. After she found out why he seduced her, she threw him out in nothing but his birthday suit."

Daenerys blinked. "Well that would piss anybody off."

"Yes, but you have to admit that he had it coming."

"I think he still does."

The girls spent the remainder of the morning preparing the cafe for the morning rush. Several of the pastries were about to come out of the oven and they still had ten minutes before they opened. Luckily they were good at their jobs and fast. Aside from the two of them, there's Sophie, the owner of the cafe. Who is also the baker and has her hands full with everything in the back. So everything was finished within a timely manner just as they opened the doors for business. It was Saturday, so they weren't expecting much of a crowd until the afternoon.

But when Daenerys opened the door, she was greeted with the first customer of the day who'd never been there before. "Missandei?"

Her ex coworker let a breath of relief and wrapped Daenerys in a comforting hug. "Oh, Daenerys, I'm so sorry for what happened last night! I knew Joffrey was a prick but I never thought he would go that far."

Daenerys hugged her back. "It's not your fault. I knew what I was walking into the moment he sat down. He just caught me off guard."

Missandei pulled away with an understanding nod. "Maybe you could come by later today and ask Petyr for your job back."

"Oh no!" They both turned to see Sansa coming over, shaking her head. She puts her arm around Daenerys and glares at Missandei. "No one treats my Dany like trash and expects her to go back."

Missandei nodded in understanding. "Of course. Petyr certainly doesn't deserve you. He'll regret it soon enough. Noone is as efficient as you, that's for sure. It won't be the same without you there."

Daenerys notices Sansa staring at one of the signs in the window before a grin spreads on her face. "You say you'll miss working with, Dany?" Missandei nodded. "Well why not work here? We're hiring."

Her ex coworkers eyes widen at the suggestion. "Here?" She looks around with interest. "Do you get tips?"

They both nod and Sansa, speaks up. "Not as good as Stefano's, I'm sure. But we're pretty close here. Aren't we, Dany?" She squeezes her shoulder in emphasis.

She grunts with a chuckle. "Yes, we are."

Missandei nods with a grin. "Count me in."

Daenerys struggles to get the keys to her front door open due to her arms full with bags with groceries. It took a couple of tries, but she finally managed to get it open. She's surprised to see that the lights are off when she calls out to her brother, "Viserys!" Kicking the door shut, she heads to the kitchen. "Can you give me a hand with these? Please?" She lifts them onto the counter. "Viserys?" She listened towards No response. "Bugger. Fine, I'll take care of it." She suddenly takes a sniff and grimaces. "Ugh, Viserys, I thought we talked about smoking. Do it either in your room or outside." Again, no response. "One day, I will find your stash and toss it."

She readies a kettle and fills it with water. She sets it on the stove and puts away the groceries begrudgingly. Muttering to herself about her brother's incompetence and uselessness. It takes her little longer than she likes to put everything way to the extra things her brother asked her to get. Of course he decided to send them while she was at the checkout.

She finishes in time for the kettle to start whistling. Taking out a tea bag, she pours the hot water into a mug, and then drops in two sugar cubes. Her eyes land on the newspaper sitting on the kitchen table and picks it up flipping to the Help Wanted section, picks up her tea, and heads to the living room. Not taking her eyes up from the newspaper, she calls out to him, "I should start charging you for the chores you don't do."

"What an excellent idea."

Daenerys had already brought the cup of hot tea to her lips when an unfamiliar voice spoke out, causing her to spit it out in shock. Lowering the newspaper, she finally noticed the silhouette of a man sitting on one of the loveseats in her darkened living room.

She could vaguely make him out from where she stood. The only color she saw was the little orange light coming from a lit cigarette which he brought to his mouth. The stranger chuckled and put it out in the ashtray. Uncrossing his legs, he stood up, revealing his large stature. "My apologies. I didn't mean to startle you."

Daenerys finally found her voice. "Who...who are you." There was something about his voice that was familiar. That sultry seductive voice. Who was he?

He walked forward with slow steps, their sounds echoing around them. "I'd hoped you would remember." He comes closer as she remains rooted to the floor. "But in your defence, you only heard my name once." He steps into the light, his face now in full view. When he notices the recognition in her face, he smiles. "Hello again, Daenerys."

Daenerys finally found her voice after a few seconds of gaping like a fish. "You!" It was the man from yesterday! The very same! What the hell was he doing in her house? Before she could ask him, they were interrupted by an overly cheerful voice.

"Daenerys!" Came from her brother as he walked down the stairs. "There's my beautiful sister!" He was wearing his best clothes and a smile so wide she thought it would crack his face. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and drops a kiss on her cheek. "We've been waiting for you."

She pulls away from him and backs up a couple of steps. " We? "

Viserys laughed nervously and gestured to the man standing now leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. "This is Jorah Mormont. An old friend."

Her brow went up, as well as her doubt. "Is that so? Well as it so happens, Jorah and I have already met."

This seemed to please Viserys. "Oh really? Perfect, then there's really no need for an introduction."

She crossed her arms. "Oh no, please do. What is he doing here in our house?"

For some reason her irritation brought another chuckle from Jorah, making her swing her gaze to him. "Yes, Viserys, do tell your sister why I'm here." His smile turned sinister. "Inform her on what you've done that has brought me here for compensation."

That got her immediate attention. "Compensat⎯" She looked back and forth at both of them and Viserys' sheepish looked confirmed it. "Oh no, Viserys you didn't!"

He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to keep from losing his cool. "I borrowed a small sum from Mr. Mormont here and I need to pay it back."

Her eyes narrowed. "And when you say 'I', I presume you mean me ." At his silence she sighed in frustration. She turns back to their "guest". "My deepest apologies for my twit of a brother's shenanigans." She glared at her brother, daring him to comment. Wisely he kept quiet. She lets out a sigh of defeat. "I'll write you a check, Mr. Mormont. Hang on." She gets her purse from the kitchen and searches for her checkbook. "How much does he owe you."

Mr. Mormont's eyes meet Viserys'. "£10,000."

Her head swings up and she can't contain her shock. "What!? Ten thousand…" She turns to her brother, her earlier irritation now turning into fury as she grips the checkbook in her hand. Viserys, what did you do?"

Viserys looked down at his feet, unable to meet her eyes. "I thought I'd finally found a way to make us rich, Dany. But," He looked to Mr. Mormont. "But it didn't work out as good as I had hoped."

"Viserys." Daenerys did her best not to scream. "How am I supposed to pay for this? I just lost my job at the restaurant yesterday and even if I still had it…" She threw her arms up. "I wouldn't be able to pay this with three months of salary from both jobs combined. What was your grand plan to get you out of mess this time."

He was now showing fear. As much as he should. "Well, the thing is." He looks away. "Mr. Mormont and I have come to an agreement."

She was already dreading it. "And what was this agreement? "

Before he could respond, Mr. Mormont speaks up. "You, Daenerys."

Her heart started to speed up. "What?"

He moved away from the wall and took a step toward her. "In exchange, your brother," He gestures a brow at him. "has offered that you come live with me at my estate for as long as I choose. Agree to this, and I will forget the debt."

She gulped, blood pounding in her ears. "What if I don't agree to this."

"Well," He laid a heavy hand on Viserys' shoulder. His tone dropping to a growl, "Should you decide not to, I fear that your brother will have a very hard time explaining to the authorities what he exactly did with the money that I loaned him."

Viserys looked at her with tears brimming in his eyes. "Dany, please."

She let out a harsh breath. Disbelief filling her to the core. "You snake. I should let him do worse."

"Hear that, Viserys?" Mormont leans in close to his ear. "I think you've pissed her off for the last time."

He sniffed. "I'm begging you, Dany. I'm your brother, you can't abandon me."

"Brother? You can't be serious!" She began to feel tears of her own filling her eyes. Never in her life has she ever felt such betrayal. "I'm your sister, and you just offer me up for trade like some whore! How could you do this to me? I've been paying off your debts alone for the last nine years and this is how you repay me?"

"Please, Dany, please!" He sobbed. Never before had he looked so weak. He wasn't crying for what he was putting her through. He was terrified of going to prison.

Her eyes never left his when she asked, "How long would I have to stay with you in order to pay off this debt."

Mormont regarded her with interest. "A month would suffice."

She shuddered. An entire month with a complete stranger. Handsome or not, that's what he was. A stranger. Someone she didn't know. Considering her options, she leans in close to her brother's face. "Give me one good reason why I should agree to these terms, Viserys. Just one."

He blinked several times as he thought of a useful enough excuse. She almost recants when he suddenly bursts out. "You promised father." When she stiffened, he knew he struck her. "When he told you mother died giving birth to you, you promised him that you would do anything to keep me safe so you could make up for it. Remember."

Damn him, she did remember. It was seventeen years ago when made that promise. She had been thirteen at the time and Viserys had been 18. Once that information had been released to her, both of them wouldn't let her forget it ever again. Somehow she knew that that promise would come back to haunt her one day. Seems like this was it.

Finally getting her voice back, she whispers. "I hate you." He thought that meant she refused, because he started to shake uncontrollably. But then she said, "Let him go. I'll do it."

Mormont let him go immediately with a scoff. "She certainly has bigger balls than you, leech." He turned to her. "I'll wait here while you pack."

She feels numb. "What can I bring?"

"Anything you want." He tells her. "I want you to be comfortable"

A scoff escaped her. "Somehow I doubt that." She misses his flinch and heads up the stairs. She's in a daze as she fills her suitcase with with clothes and personal products. She packs a few books and her laptop too. Her gaze lands on a stuffed dragon she's had since she was young. She'd won it at a carnival by getting all the balls in a basket. She gives it a soft glance, she puts it in her bag. With one last glance at her room, she turns off the light and walks out.

Mormont and Viserys are still where she left him. She stares at her brother with contempt as she walks down the stairs. Her anger towards growing with each step.

"Dany⎯"

"Shut up." She cut him off. "Don't say anything else. I fear that I may actually hurt you if you open your mouth."

"May I?" Mormont had taken a step beside her, offering his hand toward her suitcase.

She looks at him, her expression calm. "Please." She hands it to him and takes it with a nod. "Thank you."

He bows his head gently. "Of course."

She looks at him suspiciously. For some reason, she felt that his offer was truly sincere. But she has yet to learn of his true motives. Maybe he was putting on an act until she made it to his house. Once she would step through his threshold, her fate would be unknown. All she could do was hope that this was the last time Viserys gets into this kind of trouble.

She gives one more smoldering glance. "I hope the guilt eats you from the inside out, brother. Had it not been for the promise I made years ago, I'd let him turn you in. Remember that."

Mormont walked to the front door and held it open for her. Curling her hands into fists she walks outside and he shuts the door behind her. His voice is gentle but stern, "Come." As he gestures towards the driveway.

She takes a deep breath, and proceeds forward.